24 Oct 2009
....a man with a thick Indian accent asked if I was Maura Wolfson-Foster. I instinctively replied, "No, she isn't here...." (thought he was a bill collector) He asked when "she" would be home. I angrily snapped, "Why are you calling me at 3:45 in the morning!?!" He inquired if I knew Jordan Foster -and said he was calling from Shands Hospital. I immediately admitted it was me & asked if my daughter was alright. He told me she had been in a car accident and was brought into the Trauma unit. She had given him my number. I apologized for being so abrupt & said I'd be right down.
A Mother's worst nightmare. I threw on a pair of jeans and top and ran down to the car. Driving at 80 miles an hour, with the emergency lights on, I get saying, "Please God, let her be okay, please. God let her be okay....", over and over again. And, I thought I didn't know how to pray!
When I arrived it took me 3 entrances, before I found one that was open. The policeman (this is downtown Jax) asked who I was there for - a nurse took me to Jordan. She was lying on a stretcher wearing a hospital gown. She briefly smiled, but was drifting off to sleep. I quickly checked to make sure she had both arms and both legs. Thank you God! They were waiting for the x-rays to come back, so I took some photos, even though they weren't allowed? Good news....nothing broken, just badly bruised and battered. I left to drive the car up to the entrance and the nurse brought Jordan out, without a wheelchair. Isn't that unusual? Was so relieved to bring her home safely!
Tomorrow, l will post 2 very strange photos of the sky I took, as we were leaving the hospital.
After, calling to leave messages at work to say we wouldn't be in, we slept til 2:30 in the afternoon. Then, we drove to Bailey's wrecking Service, so Jordan could sign the release to have the totaled car hauled away.